We walked around the streets, took a tour of the Residenz there which was really cool. It was all done up in baroque/rococo style and we got a free tour in English which was the best part! Then, we went to this hole in the wall to have amazing hot cocoa. Finally, we had a final meal together (sausage and potatoes and white wine from the region) which was at a restaurant right on the river. We chatted and just relaxed and grabbed a drink before heading back to our hostel. It was our last night together before I went off to Prague and I was sad to say goodbye!
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| The Royal Residence (we couldn't take pictures inside but it was magnificent!) |
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| Rococo Style! |
The fun began in the hostel that night. We got in around 10 or 11 pm
and got ourselves ready for bed. There was already a ton of people asleep and
no one in the common areas which we found strange! We were watching a few
things together on our phone when a young guy on a bed across from us starting
whispering things to us. He called me “Frenchie” and asked where we were
from/”if I had a Nokia charger.” We went out to brush our teeth and ran into
this frantic redheaded man, a “self-described Scottish man”. He asked us if we
could help him because he had missed his bus and had nowhere to sleep. We were
unsure what we could really do but directed him towards the receptionist. We
returned to our rooms and went into our beds to go to sleep, when the young guy
started talking on the phone with someone, while 4 or 5 other people were
asleep in the bed’s around us. We started cracking up and that was actually
when he called me the Frenchie and asked for a phone charger. And then proceeded to speak extremely loud on the phone to someone while everyone else was asleep.
Finally, we
thought we could get some rest when the Scottish man came in barreling around,
breathing SO loud and talking to people who were asleep. He came up to the
Korean girl, woke her up, asked her where she was from, and was getting closer
to her until I said “I think she’s sleeping, you should probably leave her
alone.” He apologized and started trying to get on his bed. He was clearly very
drunk, so drunk that he couldn’t get up the ladder to the top bunk and tried
going around to the other side of the bed until his bunk bed mate told him he
was on the wrong wide. Finally, he made it up but was still breathing heavily
all the while basically doing seat drops (all you gymnastic kids out there know
what I’m talking about) on the top bunk next to me until the same guy yelled at
him again. At this point, he settled down, promptly fell asleep and started
snoring like a freaking freight train. Berenike and I were just like “this
can’t possibly get any worse.” We finally fell asleep only to wake up again
around 3 when the guy got down out of his bed. Luckily, a nice American boy we
met in the hallway gave us earplugs which helped for a bit. At 5, he ended up
leaving the place and we saw him again when we woke up at 7 in front of the
bathrooms, passed out on the floor because the other guy had told him off for
being too loud. All in all, we slept like 3 hours and it was THE most
ridiculous hostel experience ever. But it made for a story, at least.
The next morning I took a Flix Bus to Nuremberg and then a DBahn bus from Nuremberg to Prague! It was a pretty easy trip, maybe 6 hours
altogether. And I was in Prague! Ready to meet up with my other Toulonnais pals: Steven, Becca and Charlotte.
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| Stop in Nuremberg |
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| You can't see but it was starting to snow!! |
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